<p>Aly Brothers, a single mother of two children, shared her feelings in a <a href="https://www.facebook.com/alyb0324/posts/10210990251456583" target="_blank">Facebook</a> post last week and admits to now being &quot;incredibly blessed&quot; with the support, love and encouragement she has been receiving.</p>

<p>The young mum explains how she was going to the shop to buy milk with her two &quot;blonde-haired, blue-eyed, angel-faced toddlers&quot; when everything started to go wrong.</p>

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<p>&quot;My youngest cried almost the entire time we were in the store. He didn&#39;t want to sit in the cart, he didn&#39;t want to be buckled, he wanted to hold all the groceries on his lap.</p>

<p>&quot;He got mad. He threw his shoe, he threw my wallet, he threw the three groceries that did fit on his lap.</p>

<p>&quot;And he cried. And people stared. That was fine, I could handle that.&quot;</p>
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<p>After her three-year-old had tried to be Superman and fell off the trolly, knocking over displays, bumped into strangers,&nbsp;opened fridge doors and received glares from another shopper for travelling the wrong way around the shop, Aly still handled it.</p>

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<p>&quot;And then we saw balloons. Oh how my kids love balloons&quot;.</p>
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<p>Her children screamed, shouted, cried, pushed buttons on the card machine and grabbed sweets from the counter.</p>

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<p>&quot;The people in line behind me glared. The cashier glared. Everyone&#39;s eyes were on me as if to say &quot;can&#39;t you control your own children&quot;.</p>

<p>&quot;One older gentleman whispered, &quot;she&#39;s pretty young for two kids&quot; and I lost it.</p>

<p>&quot;She handed me my receipt and I cried.</p>

<p>&quot;They don&#39;t know me. They don&#39;t know me as a mother. They don&#39;t know my children.</p>

<p>&quot;They don&#39;t know I was married before I started a family... It&#39;s hard people.</p>

<p>&quot;The glares and whispers and judgments are hard.</p>

<p>&quot;Sometimes I can control my children and sometimes I can&#39;t. Sometimes they listen and sometimes they don&#39;t.</p>

<p>&quot;Sometimes I can handle it and sometimes I break down. I know these days will pass, the tears will stop, the fighting will cease, and my babies will be grown.</p>

<p>&quot;And that will be hard too. So if you see a parent struggling, if you see a kid throwing a tantrum, if you see a mom on the verge of tears... please say something nice. Please don&#39;t glare with judgement.</p>

<p>&quot;And to all moms out there having a day like mine...I see you, I know you, I love you. You are strong and you are doing just fine.&quot;</p>
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